I'm in a million fucking pieces Pick me up off the floor Ceaseless Put me together and break me more
On the way To a new level I'm leveling up again Call me the alpha Mage Put a burden on the government I've had enough Should put it in a grave Had to be the one to run up in front of the bus Of popular opinion and become a martyr For smaller voices than mine I just bought a bonesaw To cut my hands off Had to get the cuffs off You kept me down too long And now I Think twice Fuck the advice 'Cause nobody knows Nobody knows Gripping the sides of my face And I never wanna see anyone I know again And I'm ok with enemies shaking hands Over my grave saying (Life is too short) Everything is a pathetic aesthetic now Don't worry, I'll keep on challenging those who Want sharper mentalities as we get Close to the death of society
I'm not gonna make it I'm not gonna make it I'm not gonna make it I'm not gonna make it Out of this
I'm in a million fucking pieces Pick me up off the floor Ceaseless Put me together and break me more
Compositor: Eric Whitney (Ghostemane) ECAD: Obra #22614616